promise, but now she is left to fend for herself. Not at all what she had in mind.
“Damn Devil,” she mutters, loud enough to be heard if he is still watching her.
That is confirmed when she hears a faint laugh coming from all around her and it freaks her out. He really can see her, all of the time, no matter what she is doing, he will always know. Dammit! Damn him to… fuck, there is nowhere to damn him to, the infuriating beast.
***
Luc is more than slightly amused by Axelle’s explanation to the Reaper. He wondered what she would say to get rid of him. He doesn’t mind being used as the excuse, at least Evan will know to stay away now. Luc watches her storm around the apartment, making deliberate movements and muttering to herself knowing that he is still watching her. He decides out of the blue to pay her a visit tomorrow and try to smooth things over. He was harsh with her this evening, but his anger was too close to the surface. No one has the right to touch her, only him, and even he has to wait until she is cleansed and prepared. He wishes he knew why he cares that she is upset with him. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t give a rat’s ass, but there is just something about her that has gotten under his skin, and it isn’t just the amazing strength she is showing him just by continuing to survive every passing hour as the binding ritual passes through her. He hasn’t been this enamored--no, he won’t use that word, “intrigued” is a word he is happy with--with a female since Jezebelle. Centuries have passed without him caring about the female’s he has bedded and it hits him as hard this time as it did that time.
He switches off the wall projection, giving her the privacy she has been muttering about even though he is desperate to keep watching her. He can wait until tomorrow. It is only a few more hours.
Just a few more hours.
***
Axelle wakes up in her bed, but still in her work clothes from yesterday. After Evan left and she cleaned this apartment from top to bottom to let off her frustration, she crawled onto the bed and she must have fallen asleep. She opens her eyes and she sees a manly leg covered in a navy blue pin stripe suit. She raises her eyes higher and sees Luc sitting on her bed watching her sleep with a smile on his face.
Great. Now he has taken to watching her from centimeters away. Man, that is so creepy.
“Good morning,” he says to her.
“Whatever,” Axelle mumbles. She has a splitting headache and it is just too bright in here. “Can’t you do something about the lights?”
Luc clicks his fingers and the light dims to almost darkness.
“Eh?” Axelle says sitting up and peering out of the window. Days and nights down here are a somewhat interesting concept. Time moves the same as on earth, but as there is no sun and no moon or stars, the days are just orange hazy skys which turn black when it is “night time”. Right now it is morning and it looks more like evening.
“It’s all just an illusion, dearie,” Luc says.
Axelle stares at him in awe. But of course he has the ability to control the illusion. He’s the Devil for fuck’s sake.
“Neat,” she says and then rolls over to ignore him. She is still annoyed with him for not only denying her needs, but also for humiliating her in front of a twin and an imp.
“You are upset with me,” Luc says. “I understand that. I am sorry for the way I acted last night.”
Axelle waits a beat as she is pretty sure she just made all of that up in her head. As she slowly turns her head to look at Luc, he is waiting expectantly for her to say something.
“The Devil knows how to apologize?” she scoffs and he narrows his eyes at her.
“Don’t get used to it,” he growls.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Axelle says breezily. “So why did you get so mad at me for doing something that I didn’t even know was wrong? It’s not like you have given me a sheet with the rules on
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